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_Shy._ On what compulsion must I? tell me that.
_Por._ The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of Kings: But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to G.o.d himself: And earthly power doth then show likest G.o.d's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. I have spoken thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea; Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice Must needs give sentence 'gainst the merchant there.
_Shy._ My deeds upon my head! I crave the law, The penalty and forfeit of my bond.
_Por._ Is he not able to discharge the money?
_Ba.s.s._ Yes, here I tender it for him in the court; Yea, twice the sum: if that will not suffice, I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart: If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.
_Por._ It must not be: there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established: 'Twill be recorded for a precedent, And many an error by the same example Will rush into the state: it cannot be.
_Shy._ A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel!
O wise young judge, how I do honour thee!
_Por._ I pray you, let me look upon the bond.
_Shy._ Here 'tis, most reverend doctor, here it is.
_Por._ Shylock, there's thrice thy money offer'd thee.
_Shy._ An oath, an oath, I have an oath in heaven: Shall I lay perjury upon my soul?
No, not for Venice.
_Por._ Why, this bond is forfeit: And lawfully by this the Jew may claim A pound of flesh, to be by him cut off Nearest the merchant's heart. Be merciful: Take thrice thy money: bid me tear the bond.
_Shy._ When it is paid according to the tenor.
It doth appear you are a worthy judge; You know the law, your exposition Hath been most sound: I charge you by the law, Whereof you are a well-deserving pillar, Proceed to judgment: by my soul I swear There is no power in the tongue of man To alter me: I stay here on my bond.
_Ant._ Most heartily I do beseech the court To give the judgment.
_Por._ Why then, thus it is: You must prepare your bosom for his knife.
_Shy._ O n.o.ble judge! O excellent young man!
_Por._ For the intent and purpose of the law Hath full relation to the penalty, Which here appeareth due upon the bond.
_Shy._ 'Tis very true: O wise and upright judge!
How much more elder art thou than thy looks!
_Por._ Therefore lay bare your bosom.
_Shy._ Ay, his breast: So says the bond: doth it not, n.o.ble judge?
"Nearest his heart:" those are the very words.
_Por._ It is so. Are there balance here to weigh The flesh?
_Shy._ I have them ready.
_Por._ Have by some surgeon, Shylock, on your charge, To stop his wounds, lest he do bleed to death.
_Shy._ Is it so nominated in the bond?
_Por._ It is not so express'd: but what of that?
'Twere good you do so much for charity.
_Shy._ I cannot find it; 'tis not in the bond.
_Por._ You, merchant, have you any thing to say?
_Ant._ But little: I am arm'd and well prepared.
Give me your hand, Ba.s.sanio: fare you well!
Grieve not that I am fallen to this for you: For herein. Fortune shows herself more kind Than is her custom: it is still her use To let the wretched man outlive his wealth, To view with hollow eye and wrinkled brow An age of poverty; from which lingering penance Of such misery doth she cut me off.
Commend me to your honourable wife: Tell her the process of Antonio's end; Say how I loved you, speak me fair in death; And, when the tale is told, bid her be judge Whether Ba.s.sanio had not once a love.
Repent not you that you shall lose your friend, And he repents not that he pays your debt: For if the Jew do cut but deep enough, I'll pay it presently with all my heart.
_Ba.s.s._ Antonio, I am married to a wife Which is as dear to me as life itself; But life itself, my wife, and all the world, Are not with me esteem'd above thy life: I would lose all, ay, sacrifice them all Here to this devil, to deliver you.
_Por._ Your wife would give you little thanks for that, If she were by, to hear you make the offer.
_Gra._ I have a wife, whom, I protest, I love: I would she were in heaven, so she could Entreat some power to change this currish Jew.
_Ner._ 'Tis well you offer it behind her back; The wish would make else an unquiet house.
_Shy._ These be the Christian husbands. I have a daughter; Would any of the stock of Barabbas Had been her husband rather than a Christian! [_Aside._]
We trifle time: I pray thee, pursue sentence.
_Por._ A pound of that same merchant's flesh is thine: The court awards it, and the law doth give it.
_Shy._ Most rightful judge!
_Por._ And you must cut this flesh from off his breast: The law allows it, and the court awards it.
_Shy._ Most learned judge! A sentence! Come prepare!
_Por._ Tarry a little; there is something else.
This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood; The words expressly are "a pound of flesh:"
Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh; But, in the cutting it, if thou dost shed One drop of Christian blood, thy land and goods Are, by the laws of Venice, confiscate Unto the state of Venice.
_Gra._ O upright judge! Mark, Jew: O learned judge!
_Shy._ Is that the law?
_Por._ Thyself shalt see the act: For as thou urgest justice, be a.s.sured Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desirest.
_Gra._ O learned judge! Mark, Jew: a learned judge!
_Shy._ I take this offer, then: pay the bond thrice, And let the Christian go.